Aesop Rock: Labor Days

Despite the incredible density of Aesop’s rhyme style, I never seem to get sick of his twisted twistiness. In an age of crap-ass Casio keyboard noodlings (I’m talkin’ to you, Cash Money Crew) Aesop has somehow culled awesome samples where others have just given up. The guy so obviously knows his craft, and delivers it with panache and style. Does his stuff make sense? On some level it does, but it’s mostly a deeper level of understanding that is best translated with dictionary in hand–or at least some sort of Ovaltine Def Jux decoder ring.